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Dear stalker, I hope this title caught your attention. You're a merb member who's been using dozens of different app numbers to harass, fake-book, insult and threaten me for months/a year now. You call me bitch, stupid, ugly, you tell me to go play in traffic and that I deserve to get raped every day. You tell me you're going to book me one day to destroy my face, drug me, you tell me you'd like to kick my pussy, send me to the hospital. You book fake appointments and then ask for unsafe services over text at appointment time to let me know it's you and you wasted my time once again. You always sign your messages ''From a merb member''. You spend the majority of your life reading and tracking everything I write on here, to find reasons to text me with insults and threats. You text me shady stuff like ''What if I'm actually one of your regulars? You will understand one day...''. You have no class, and no balls, and no life.
I'm sure you're having fun, though I'm not sure what your reasons are. I don't know what I did to you to deserve this kind of treatment, but there comes a point where enough is enough. It's more than fucking enough. What you're doing is criminal. And, as such, the situation just shifted. I now have access to a contact. A good contact. A contact who, too, has contacts - lots of them. The kind of contact who can easily find your identity and take legal action, should you decide to take this post lightly. And by identity I don't mean your handle. I mean your full, real name. I mean your address and work location. I mean your parents and your boss names. App numbers will not protect you much longer. App numbers are an obstacle for me - but not for my contact, and especially not for his contacts. All it takes is one text from me giving them my OK and you'll be discovered. And I *will* sue you. And we *will* go to court, with all the proof. And your entire family will know you harass and threaten women to beat them up and wish rape upon them. And you will get a criminal record. Now, whenever anyone looks up your record, they will see you as a violent, immature, deranged person. This doesn't go well with job interviews, or housing hunt. This could follow you for the rest of your life. I am dead serious. Yes, really. Yes. Really.
Text me one more time. Just once. I'm impatient for you to do just that... And you will see. I have every option in hand now, it's my time to play. Your time is over. You've been threatening to beat me up for so many months, yet I've never seen your face. I'm smiling at the idea that I could see it in a court room. You keep calling me ugly, I'll be really happy to show you my biggest, prettiest smile while looking at you in court. I'm actually hoping you will be stupid enough to give me this opportunity. You're going to pay for your actions - and pay up to the very last penny. This can only end one way for you. I'll show you that my strenght and resilience can be on par with your level of stupidity. I'm not scared of you reading this. I'm not scared of taking legal action. I won't feel bad, not even for a second. I hope, for your own sake, that you will take this seriously.
Happy new year. The way this year goes for you depends entirely on your next step. Be wise. Act accordingly. I'm sure your freedom and reputation are not worth harassing a woman who did nothing to you. The ball is now in my park, it's up to you to decide if you really wish to try and come grab it, or leave it there. Do what's good for you, that is all I can say.
Your obsession, with love;
Julia.
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Dear stalker, I hope this title caught your attention. You're a merb member who's been using dozens of different app numbers to harass, fake-book, insult and threaten me for months/a year now. You call me bitch, stupid, ugly, you tell me to go play in traffic and that I deserve to get raped every day. You tell me you're going to book me one day to destroy my face, drug me, you tell me you'd like to kick my pussy, send me to the hospital. You book fake appointments and then ask for unsafe services over text at appointment time to let me know it's you and you wasted my time once again. You always sign your messages ''From a merb member''. You spend the majority of your life reading and tracking everything I write on here, to find reasons to text me with insults and threats. You text me shady stuff like ''What if I'm actually one of your regulars? You will understand one day...''. You have no class, and no balls, and no life.
I'm sure you're having fun, though I'm not sure what your reasons are. I don't know what I did to you to deserve this kind of treatment, but there comes a point where enough is enough. It's more than fucking enough. What you're doing is criminal. And, as such, the situation just shifted. I now have access to a contact. A good contact. A contact who, too, has contacts - lots of them. The kind of contact who can easily find your identity and take legal action, should you decide to take this post lightly. And by identity I don't mean your handle. I mean your full, real name. I mean your address and work location. I mean your parents and your boss names. App numbers will not protect you much longer. App numbers are an obstacle for me - but not for my contact, and especially not for his contacts. All it takes is one text from me giving them my OK and you'll be discovered. And I *will* sue you. And we *will* go to court, with all the proof. And your entire family will know you harass and threaten women to beat them up and wish rape upon them. And you will get a criminal record. Now, whenever anyone looks up your record, they will see you as a violent, immature, deranged person. This doesn't go well with job interviews, or housing hunt. This could follow you for the rest of your life. I am dead serious. Yes, really. Yes. Really.
Text me one more time. Just once. I'm impatient for you to do just that... And you will see. I have every option in hand now, it's my time to play. Your time is over. You've been threatening to beat me up for so many months, yet I've never seen your face. I'm smiling at the idea that I could see it in a court room. You keep calling me ugly, I'll be really happy to show you my biggest, prettiest smile while looking at you in court. I'm actually hoping you will be stupid enough to give me this opportunity. You're going to pay for your actions - and pay up to the very last penny. This can only end one way for you. I'll show you that my strenght and resilience can be on par with your level of stupidity. I'm not scared of you reading this. I'm not scared of taking legal action. I won't feel bad, not even for a second. I hope, for your own sake, that you will take this seriously.
Happy new year. The way this year goes for you depends entirely on your next step. Be wise. Act accordingly. I'm sure your freedom and reputation are not worth harassing a woman who did nothing to you. The ball is now in my park, it's up to you to decide if you really wish to try and come grab it, or leave it there. Do what's good for you, that is all I can say.
Your obsession, with love;
Julia.
